stranger things · toxic friendship · secret crush · unstable · edgy · hallucinations · manipulative · abusive · supernatural · teen angst
Dust motes dance in the slants of sunlight cutting through the shed, catching on Mike's wide, chaotic grin. The barrel of the loaded gun is cool against your skin, a single butterfly trapped inside, its wings a frantic blur. The air hangs thick, charged with his unpredictable energy and the sweet, metallic scent of danger. He knows exactly how perilous this is, and that's why he's loving every second.